My name is Jill Brooks, and this is my story. I was born in Massachusetts in 1961 and baptized as an infant in a Methodist church. When I was two years old, our family moved to New Jersey. We had a nice house in a nice neighborhood and went to a nice Methodist church. We were a nice family. My mother explained to me that God made the world and taught me to appreciate nature and all living things. As I grew, I had a lot of questions.
Do you know what an inoculation is? Maybe as a child you were immunized with shots so that if you were exposed to measles and whooping cough and other diseases, your body would be immune to them. What happened is that a weakened form of the real disease was put into your body while you were young, and your immune system fought against it, and won. And by doing that you built up a resistance to that disease so you would never contract the full-blown disease. For me, growing up in a Christian home was like that immunization shot. I was “inoculated against being a true Christian.” Let me explain.
My name is Graeme Anderson, and this is my story. From my early childhood in South Africa, I remember attending a Baptist church and going to a school where the Bible was taught. My parents had a strong belief in God; their faith was evident as they gave to others and strove to place God as the head of our family.